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"Why you ain't been texting me back?" I rolled my eyes as I sipped on my liquor.
"You don't know how to continue a conversation you know how much weight it is carrying a conversation? My back be hurtin because of you" I explained.
Of course one of the niggas I'm talking to just had to be at this kickback. I stopped texting him back two weeks ago and his goofy ass was in my face. I could never.
"I told you ion like face-timing" He mugged me.
"Then what do you like? Cuz the three times we was on facetime you was kept asking "wAtChU wanNa tALk aBoUt" I looked at him like he was goofy.
"Bitch fuck you" He frowned.
"Ok" I shrugged turning around as I bumped into someone. I kissed my teeth seeing my cup fall on the floor with all my juice falling out.
"Bruh watch where you going" I mugged the random as he pushed past me.
"Bitchass" I mumbled watching him walk off.
"You not gon clean that up?" I turned back around seeing the nigga from the corner store the other day.
"The owner of this house can do that" I shrugged and he nodded. I walked over to him deciding to start a conversation.
I was a bold ass bitch. I was the type to approach a nigga and then cut them off a few weeks later.
"Yo name Vic?"
"Donavic but people call me dat" He looked everywhere but me and I ain't like that.
"Why you here? You look like you dying inside" I laughed.
"I'm just here to make sum money then I'm out" He shrugged.
"You sell?" I eyed him.
"Nah I sell hoodies and ski masks" He chuckled.
"How much?" I pulled out a $20.
"$10 for the hoodie, $15 for the ski mask" He told me.
